He has to stifle a laugh. And fails. Miserably.
So there’s -
There’s a guy here. Shane has no clue if he works here or not, but, like, oh my god.
He’s scared. Of the animatronics.
“Now’s not a good time,” the guy snaps, but it’s hard to take him seriously when he flinches every time the motion-sensitive robots start to move.
“Just leave the corner,” Shane suggests, still chuckling at the sight.
“I don’t know how!” the man protests, yelping as one of the robots brushes against his shoulder. He immediately makes a beeline for Shane, staying at his side.
“What do you mean, you don’t know how?” Shane parrots incredulously.
The animatronic corner is designed to look like a mini haunted house. You walk in through the makeshift door and all of a sudden you’re in a little building. But, not really, because it’s literally just cardboard. The walls are cardboard. The animatronics aren’t real. It’s fake, it’s all fake.
“The door’s over there,” Shane continues, pointing towards the faint outline of a rectangle. Granted, it’s rather hard to see in the dark, so Shane supposes he can’t blame the other man.
“I don’t even know how I got in here,” the man mutters, shaking his head, his arm just brushing Shane’s. “I’m uh, I’m Ryan, by the way.” He holds his hand out for Shane to shake.
“I’m Shane. Nice to meet you,” Shane replies, shaking his hand amiably.
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